Cake. That texture, the mouth feel. Velvety cake, soft frosting, all dressed up and ready to go in your mouth…worth the price of admission of calories alone. And they have boxes.

2. Chocolate or Vanilla?

I love Sarah Vaughan. Adore her. I could get lost in the sound of her voice… a whole weekend of Sarah is not a sliver too much. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a lost weekend with Ella Fitzgerald. Loving Ella is not mutually exclusive from savoring Sarah. Oh. Wait. I’m appealing to the wrong sense. I love chocolate ice cream. Adore it. I could have a lost…

When I write about sweets. I’m very visual, so I have to be sitting in front of what I’m writing about. Cue: “Princess cake” in the voice of Homer Simpson. This can make for a sticky keyboard, and my impairment (the one that requires that I see what of I write) can be a very expensive handicap. Right now I want to write about…A San Francisco Giants game with a side Gilroy Garlic Fries in the foreground.

5. If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?

This is going to be the most fattening question I’ve ever answered… (See above.)

Okay, question no. 5 is going to take some time. Hopefully a few of my 13 nominees for Super Sweet Blogging will share plates of their no. 3 answers with me to help with this dessert numerology.

It was one twenty in the morning and I was staring at a band of yellow police tape across the closed-door of my hotel room. “Thats funny” I thought, ”I don’t recall committing a crime before going to work. I would remember that”.

“Man’s inhumanity to God” is a line from Tennessee Williams’ The Night of the Iguana, in reference to pollution, the depleting of natural resources, and our general mindless disregard for the divinity of creation. This from a 1961 script…

It’s a concept that I hope to remember as I watch (as best I can) my thoughts, words and actions to try to avoid creating new karmas when in the course of human events. It bears extraordinary impact, just as the film does. It is Felliniesque while Williamsian, with the decided auteurism of John Huston. Watching The Night of the Iguana on a chilly night in northern California, 2010, was a night to remember.